The Missing Peace

I still really feel like I don't belong-
Not that that is necessarily wrong-
I'm like the round piece-but it's a square puzzle
I don't quit fit and I'm totally befuddled
if I lived in another place-another time
would I fit in...find the spot that's mine?
Or would my shape change or the puzzle morph
So I'd still be out but even worse
life is a jigsaw-each piece has its place
but I just can't find the spot for my face
It's not that I'm alone
Or hardened on the inside with a heart of stone
I'm just me
Cause that's all I can possibly be
I was created this way
And even if I was cut up to fit and be put in the overlay
I'd still not look quite alright
I'd try to preserve who I am
Save myself, the puzzle would crash, and man
The other pieces'd find each other cause they're alike
And I'd be the missing piece still...

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